MTL - The Vicious Stepmother and Her Baby Became Popular All Over the Internet-Chapter 58 Who takes care of whom?

  Chapter 58 Who takes care of whom?

  In the ward, Song Jinze and Song Yuchen were sitting together in the ward, staring straight at Ye Zhenzhen who was lying on the hospital bed.

   "Father, when will Ye Zhenzhen wake up?" Song Yuchen's voice was full of worry, he was very afraid what would happen if Ye Zhenzhen couldn't wake up?

  Song Jinze raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch, "When you wake up after sleeping, she will wake up."

  Song Yuchen shook his head, "I don't want to sleep, I want to stay and take care of her."

  Song Jinze: "What can you take care of her?"

  He didn't spend much time with Xiao Chen, before seeing Xiao Chen get along with Ye Zhen Zhen, he always stared at each other.

   It's only been a few days since we met, this little guy has been with Ye Zhenzhen for a few days since we first met, and after a few days of being together day and night, the words are all about protecting and taking care of Ye Zhenzhen.

   Presumably they know too little about Ye Zhen Zhen, and the time they spend with her is too short...

  Song Yuchen's milky little face was full of seriousness, "I, I want to stay with my mother, this is my mother!"

  Song Jinze raised his eyebrows slightly, "I am your father, I think you should go to bed now, the woman lying on the bed is my wife, I will take care of her."

  Song Yuchen: "Grandpa said, filial piety comes first, and Ye Zhenzhen is my mother. If my mother is injured, I should stay and take care of her."

  Little Naiyin spoke in a straight-forward manner, and her pronunciation was still a little vague, but her tone was extremely firm.

  In the dialogue between a little boy and a big man, if you want to achieve your goal, you must first fight for the right to belong.

  This is probably the nature of men, regardless of age.

  Song Jinze narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and a loving and doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't realize that my son is quite eloquent, too?"

  In fact, the man has already attributed this credit to the woman lying on the hospital bed.

  Song Yuchen: "What I said is the truth!"

   Half an hour later, it was almost morning.

  Secretary Zhang entered the living room of the ward carrying a large bag and a small bag. Song Jinze came out of the bedroom next to him. He had just carried the sleeping Song Yuchen to the bed and settled down.

   The little guy promised to stay with Ye Zhenzhen, but he fell asleep after sitting by the hospital bed for 20 minutes...

   "President, everything is complete. If you need anything else, just tell me and I'll go buy it."

   "Well, one more thing..."

  Song Jinze glanced lightly at the room where Ye Zhenzhen was, "The robber who hurt her, go find a lawyer to deal with it, don't let him see the light for the rest of his life."

  Secretary Zhang could clearly feel the anger and coldness in the president's words, "Okay, I'll do it now."

  After Secretary Zhang left, Ye Zhenzhen finished her injections, Song Jinze pressed the call button and asked the nurse to come and pull out the needles.

  Song Jinze asked the nurse: "She is just a simple trauma, no other problems?"

  Since he saw her just now, this woman has never moved...

  After listening to Song Jinze's questioning, the nurse's face blushed slightly, this man is not only handsome, but also looks like he loves his wife very much, her envy for Ye Zhenzhen grew a little more.

"Don't worry, sir, your wife took a little more anesthesia at night than the average person, and it's very likely that she won't wake up tonight after falling asleep. You can take a little rest first, don't be too nervous, what's the problem You can find us anytime."

  Song Jinze frowned slightly, how could it be seen that he was nervous?

  …

  At night, the anesthetic on Ye Zhen Zhen's body wore off, she turned over on the hospital bed, she kicked all the quilts that were well covered, and fell off the small hospital bed.

  Song Jinze sat on the small sofa in the ward and watched for half the night. Seeing some movement on the bed, he got up and walked to the bed, "Ye Zhenzhen, are you awake?"

  During the questioning, he bent over to pick up the quilt that had fallen to the ground, and gently covered the woman lying on the bed again.

  The person on the bed was obviously asleep and did not respond to him.

  Song Jinze unintentionally caught a glimpse of the woman's exposed arm. The sleeve on the right arm had been cut off by scissors, and there was a little uncleaned blood on the white skin.

  Under the warm yellow light, the woman closed her beautiful eyes tightly, no blood could be seen on her delicate face, and her thin white arms were pitifully thin...

  Song Jinze sighed lightly, and walked towards the living room with his long legs unconsciously. He found a small basin and towel from the things sent by Secretary Zhang, and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water.

   Entering the ward again, the woman's sleeping position changed again, and the quilt on the bed returned to the ground again.

  Song Jinze frowned, went over to put down the basin in his hand, covered the woman with the quilt again, then twisted the towel, bent over the bedside to wash the woman's arms, at this moment, he seemed to come back to his senses, and was slightly stunned.

  What is he doing?

  Looking at the woman lying on the bed again, he snorted coldly: "Ye Zhenzhen, don't think too much, I'm a clean freak..."

  Song Jinze's movements were gentle and a little clumsy. The blood on the woman's arm was already dry, and it couldn't be wiped off with a light wipe. He could only repeat the movements again.

   In a daze, Ye Zhen Zhen felt that her arm was pinched by someone, she raised her left hand to fight back, and slapped the man on the temple on the right side without bias.

   There was a "pop~", which was especially loud in the silent ward late at night.

   When she closed her hand, the new nails on her left hand slipped quietly across the man's forehead...

  Song Jinze gritted his teeth in pain, "Ye Zhenzhen!"

   This is probably the first time in his history that he took care of someone like this, but he was 'taken care of' instead.

  Ye Zhen Zhen who was lying on the bed thought she was dreaming, she just found this strange yet familiar voice very annoying, "It's annoying, don't make noise!"

  Song Jinze gasped, did this ignorant woman just say that he was 'tired to death'?

  The wide palm of the man's left hand was still supporting the woman's thin white arm, the corners of his lips tugged lightly, he couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Ye Zhen Zhen, you better not pretend to be asleep..."

  …

  Early the next morning, Ye Zhenzhen opened her eyes and saw Song Yuchen's magnified immature face, "Mom, you're awake! It's really great!"

   "Xiao Chen, are you okay?" Although she saw this little guy in front of her eyes, she still asked this sentence unconsciously.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Song Yuchen remembered what the nurse said last night, saying that Ye Zhenzhen was in so much pain that she cried, and the little nurse asked with concern: "Ye Zhenzhen, is your wound still hurting?" ?”

  Ye Zhen Zhen raised her right arm, feeling a faint pain, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "It doesn't hurt..."

  During the conversation between the two, Ye Zhenzhen heard footsteps, followed the sound, Song Jinze came in from the door in black clothes and black trousers, his handsome face was slightly tired.

  Ye Zhen Zhen's eyebrows twitched slightly, why is this man here?

   "Dad! My mom is awake."

  (end of this chapter)